It is better to trust in the Lord than to trust in people.
Psalm 118:8 ERV
Jubilee and I have been on a roller coaster for the last several months, Dear Reader. And really, it's my own fault. I mislaid my trust.
Have you ever been frustrated by the "justice" system, Dear Reader? There are several within my sphere of family, friends, and acquaintances, including Tom and me, who have walked away from the courts of man frustrated and confused.
What we seem to forget is that the "justice" of this world is not a synonym for the "justice" of the Lord. His Word gives us insight into His plan for us, what we long for, but not necessarily what we witness.
For the first five years or so, after we moved "up north" holidays weren't exactly fun. No yard full of laughing cousins. No kitchen bubbling over with delicious smells and mama stories.
It was sad and lonesome.
Then a couple at our church invited us to spend Thanksgiving with them. That was the beginning.
To my very young eyes, there seemed to be trees everywhere in south Georgia. Tall, frothy, seemingly pencil-thin pine trees. Much shorter, scaly-trunked palm trees.
When the fam moved to Kansas, Daddy, Buddy (my older brother), and I went rambling in our new biome every chance we got. We seemed to frequently mourn the lack of trees.
I've had a love affair with dresses for as long as I can remember. Thankfully, I was born into a family of seamstresses. I was blessed from christening dress to wedding dress.
I don't know if I actually remember the story of Daddy, me and the dress, or if I've heard Mama tell it so many times, it seems like I do.
It was coming on winter in middle Georgia where we lived, and I was dressing to go outside to play. Of course, I put on a dress. Mama told me in no uncertain terms to go take off the dress, and to put on my corduroy pants and Buster Brown shirt. Evidently, I wasn't having any of that. I'm pretty sure there was some foot stomping involved.
Dear Reader, have you noticed about yourself, or observed in fellow worshipers, how our expressions can change during worship? It's almost like we know a secret.
Perhaps it's God who knows a secret, the secret of our deepest needs.
Recently, during a worship service, I noticed a man across the aisle who seemed absolutely grim, his brow was even furrowed. I quickly said a prayer for him, but I think God was already on it.
We have a closing benediction we sing at the end of each service, clasping hands across pews and aisles. (Think of the Whoville community scene.)
By the end of the service, God had evidently reached into the man's spirit with the encouragement he needed. Now, he was smiling and gladly reaching for the hands next to him.
How blessed is the one whom You choose and bring near to You to dwell in Your courts. We will be satisfied with the goodness of Your house, Your holy temple.
There's just something about being in the courts, the Temple, God's house that has the power to make all the difference. He promises to bless us with the goodness only He can give.
Jesus knew from a young age about the purpose and the pleasure to gained in his Father's house. One account in Matthew reveals Jesus' purpose for being in the temple, and the pleasure he brought to one man. Talk about interactive worship!
21 Jesus and his disciples came to the town of Capernaum, and on the next Sabbath Jesus went to the synagogue and began to teach. 22 The people who heard him were amazed at the way he taught, for he wasn't like the teachers of the Law; instead, he taught with authority.
Like Mama used to say, "You can't beat that with a stick!"
I've wondered how many times the man with the unclean spirit had tried to quietly sneak into the back of the synagogue. Trying not be noticed, praying he would be, and recklessly hoping to be delivered from his tormentor.
God met him there, in His House. And the man was "blessed ... satisfied with the goodness (he found in His) house". See you in church, Dear Reader, where God's blessings and goodness await us, satisfaction guaranteed!
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